Sound the Alarm!

Lumine would rather be anywhere but there. The call that rings out from Delphi hurt her ears, forcing them to fall backward. Not from pitch, but from what it means. Begrudgingly she lets out a sigh and makes her way to the Steppe. Slow, dragging steps that leave sliding ruts through the snow and mud. 

Once there, with an obviously disgruntled expression upon her face, she moves over to Hall, Runa, and Styrmir. A side glance at the injured Bjorn entices a stuck out tongue in his direction before she sidles in beside her other siblings, rest her chin on the ground.